Just popping in to say "Hi". Remember when we were young? Hanging out in record shops? Going to gigs? Had hair? Didn't look like a battered old soft toy lying in the back of a garbage truck? Remember when we used to eagerly post on here every day?

Man, those were some days. Great days. Great, great days. We all liked one another, we all liked the human race. And now? I'd rather eat loose licorice off a sidewalk than talk to another human being.

And yet I'm typing through the pain barrier here as, true story, I badly gashed both hands tying my shoelaces tight. Literally sliced through my fingers. What the hell is going on with shoelaces these days? Are they making laces from the glass powdered thread of oriental fighter kites? The ones that occasionally lopes a head off in Bangladesh?

If you don't already, I heartily recommend you read the World section of the news. It's hilarious! That's where I learned of kite decapitations.

Anyway I'm going to have to go to work tomorrow and type with my tongue. Probably short circuit the disgusting grimy keyboard with my saliva and set my head on fire and rescuers will have to cut through my melted eyes that have amalgamated with the D and K keys.

And that will still be better than a typical day as a 45 year old adult with a bank job.

I can't even get sacked any more. I used to call customers 'pigs cunts' but I've lost it. Now I just wear scruffy shoes and refuse to do over time and that's not going to get me fired. My imagination is dead. I don't have the wherewithal to get shit canned. I'm just a sheep sinking into the moorland bog, bleating, helpless, disappearing slowly and inexorably into the mire....

So how are you getting on? Good? Mortgage, kids, car all that shite that's down the highway of mediocrity?

Here's a song I like.

NP: Mash up of severe tinnitus, cracking joint bones and the unyielding hum of despair.

_________________He has arrived, the mountebank from Bohemia, he has arrived, preceded by his reputation.Evil Dr. K "The Jimmy McNulty of Payment Protection Insurance"

I picked up a load of new (actually quite old) mugs for 20p each at the car boot this morning, and yes of course I bought records too but these were really nice and most were better than the ones were already had.

all clean and ready for tea

a hole cuppa

ONE FM

for your tea

fave of them all, an original heat reactive mug

Linda Lusardi with cold water

Linda Lusardi with hot water

mmm, Vaseline marketing mug, niiice

Thatcher Out! of coffee probably

you can't beat a bit of bully

printed 3 years before the '82 World Cup

come on England, get the teas in!

yer oblig Royal mug

shaped like a boobie, with a hole at the nipple, double the hilarity as you pour scalding tea into your lap